The Tablet That Chose Our Deaths

We found a tablet buried in a glen where people vanished decades ago. The second we turned

it on, photos loaded. Photos of us. Dying in car crashes. Drowning.

Burning alive. Every fear we'd ever whispered about staring back through the screen.

Then the trees started bending backward. Shadows crawled across the ground like oil,

whispering our names in voices that sounded like screaming through water. The air tasted like

copper and rot. We ran, but the forest just looped back on itself. That's when we understood.

Something ancient was feeding on our terror, rewriting reality around us.

The tablet wasn't showing our future. It was choosing which death we'd live.